She looks unimpressed.
"I think I'll cope."
Well, it's your peace of mind to throw away or not.
"Alright. I'm trying to learn classical superheroism. I grew up during the dark age of comics, which means that I'm more familiar with grim and gritty superpeople, or deconstructions of classic archetypes. I myself have managed to be merely ruthlessly utilitarian, but I've still killed an awful lot of people."
"And you want Superman to teach you how to be a real hero?"
Try... More of a
non-lethal hero. Sort of
recalibrate his responses on Earth to not go straight for the railguns.
"Ask the people of Tamaran whether or not I'm a real hero. No, I want Superman to teach me… How to be a nice hero."
"Uh-huh. How's it going?"
Yeah, on other planets, he's
fairly well-known... Especially
after he leaves. But on Earth? 'Cake Man'.
I look up to where Kal-El is sitting on the edge of a building in the Thinker pose, eyes glowering directly at the LexCorp building.
"I… Think it's going badly wrong." … "Um, can we have a.. private talk about this?"
Meanwhile, in Lex's Office: "Why is he just sitting there? Watching... Just
watching..." His left eye twitches as his nerves wear thinner and thinner...
"Let's."
One transition later and we appear in my facility in Bir Tawil.
Yeah, being a quarter of the planet away should make it a
bit harder for Kal to overhear. He's not Silver-Age 'hear a gnat fart from a
parsec away' levels, after all.
15th December 2012
14:53 GMT +1
And now she's glaring openly.
Heh. Now she can cut loose without tarnishing Clark's image of her, huh?
"What did you say to him?"
"Just… Pointed out the opportunity costs involved with certain forms of… Civic mindedness." Um. "Look this place is pretty secure, but do you want to do this inside..?"
Goddamit, OL.

Did you manage to break Superman by
accident?
She strides past me through the heavy metal doors into the interior of the facility. I wince and then follow her, signalling the facility's system to engage intermediate security measures.
"How bad-?"
Heh, telling the defences not to kill on sight, huh? Supes might be a bit
miffed if Miss Lane gets singed...
"I have-" She wheels to face me. "-never heard him doubt himself like he did yesterday."
"Sorry."

OL, what did you
say? See,
this is why the League is wary around you! Forget the giant orange snake and the tendency towards lethal force. You broke Superman! By
talking!
"Then why the hell did you do it?!"
"Because I wanted to know why he does what he does and it sounds like he just never considered going it a different way. I was.. sort of hoping he had a better reason than that."
Lois? Feel free to bounce his head off a wall for a few minutes, it'll make you feel better.
"Jesus."
"If you're familiar with the
Book of Job, I think that the correct Christian response to-.
"
OL? Mouth.
Stop. Stop with the words
please.
"Stop. Talking."
I raise my right hand towards her, palm facing her. Then I put it over my mouth.
Surprised you didn't do the 'zipper closing' gag with a construct. But then, this is no time for
comedy...
"Do you really want to see what happens if S-. If Clark adopts your way of doing things?"
I shake my head.
Neither does anyone else. I suspect you could build a few
houses with the bricks that would be shat.
"Someone doesn't need to be Thomas Aquinas to be a good person!" I nod. "So what do you want?"
I stand there for a mom-.

Don't play the fool, OL. You're already halfway there already.
She rolls her eyes. "You can talk."
"Have you and him..? Talked about your different lifespans?"
I'm wondering why
that would trigger him the way it has... Please, do
elaborate, OL.
She breathes in, and then sharply breathes out.
"Yes. Once. I know that… Forty years from now I'll be an old woman and he'll look pretty much the same. And that in eighty years from now I'll be dead and he'll still look the same."
Ah... Yeah, that
might be a little depressing...
"Actually, human women can make a hundred and twenty-."
"A hundred and ten."
Well, never know what good living and a little
super-science can do for you...
"Um." Her face hardens. "That too. Um. But… Clark Kent will look the same. People.. will notice. Unless you plan on moving and cutting ties with everyone in ten years or so. Clark Kent… He's always going to be Clark Kent. I mean, his identity. But 'Clark Kent, well-intentioned but bumbling reporter'? That has a lifespan. So in eighty… A hundred years, does he pick a new name and a new town and set up a new secret identity? Or… Something else?"
"Hooooooo boy."
Well. No wonder he's depressed. He's not given the matter
that much thought, has he? No wonder he's feeling blue.
"See, this is what I do. What I can't stop doing. Think bloody awkward thoughts and ask bloody awkward questions."
"He hasn't told me."
I'm betting that'll be a 'I'll cross that bridge when I come to it' process. Or at least he
planned to do that, until OL started
talking...
"Think he's.. thought about it?"
"No."
I mean, at worst, he can start spreading a little grey dye into his hair at super-speed... For a
while at least. At least
one older Superman did just that.
"Think he should?"
"I.. think it can wait. God, I never… I never put it in that sort of perspective."
It's a very human thing to do, ignoring it until it
actually becomes a problem. You can't be blamed for that.
"I can Danner you, if you like. That way you can experience it for yourself."
"Ask me again when I've got grey hair."

...Yeah, I think enough folks have pointed out the
possible continuity error there. No doubt this chapter'll be getting
tweaked later, huh? For now, let's carry on as is!
"I can Danner-." She glares, and I think it's supposed to be a fake glare but she isn't quite in the right headspace. "Seriously, though. If it's all about personal connections for him… Small town spirit or… Something, then extending your lifespan could solve some pretty major problems."
I sigh.
Though I don't think Lois has
quite the character to become, say,
Superwoman or something like that...
"Captain Marvel once told me that he wouldn't be able to cope with being Captain Marvel all the time. I don't know if I could cope with not being Orange Lantern all the time. No, I know I can't; I tried taking a month off with my girlfriend and we spent nearly all of it working."
"No one's obliged to be Thomas Aquinas. I was just hoping that he'd worked out a sensible cut off point. And… Why that point is where it is. But the more you know about, the more you see you could do… I'm sorry, this was a bad idea. Please, thank Kal-El for putting up with me. I'll go and bother someone else."
"Yeah. You do that."
Probably for the best. Not sure
who he could go to next. Probably not a good idea to visit
Billy. Who could be his number three choice?
15th December 2012
09:02 GMT -5
The LexCorp receptionist passes me the phone handset.
Lexcorp? This is going to be...
Something.
"Orange Lantern. What can I do for you?"
"Mister Luthor, I need to warn you about something."
Ah, showing a little professional courtesy, OL?
"And what would that be?"
"I accidentally messed up Superman's head, and… I might have persuaded him to adopt a more pragmatic mindset."
Thankfully, he should settle down in a day or two. Maybe go on a bit of a walkabout...
"I see."
"So if you could just minimise the provocation until I've fixed this..?"
True. I really don't think Clark's in the mood for Lex's shit
at all right now.
…
I hear the phone click as he puts it down.
And then Lex starts banging his forehead on the desk, wondering what
god he pissed off to suffer like this...